Here I go again
[Chorus]
There I go fallin' to me knees right now
Tryna get it back on my feet right now
Choppin’ up the weight I don't need
Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now
Ay, what'chu mean?
An ounce, a quarter, a P
I would sell you faith but you niggas don’t believe
[Break]
Lord, forgive them for they do not know what they do
But God if you're listening
Yes, Lord!
I could still reach you
[Verse]
Ten P's in the rental truck
Trimmin' flowers in the Marriott with little cuz
Send 'em off to Arizona, let 'em build a buzz
Then get it back for triple the profit, help 'em split it up
Ten years, been a minute, I was somewhere between givin' up and doin’ a sentence
God, if you existin’, help my momma get acquitted
If they plottin', then help me see it before they get the drop on me
Probably coulda been a doctor, I’m fond of optometry
Vision was like Martin Luther on the mountain peak
Valley lows, I left home for more salary
Smoke with O's across border patrol, casually
Took notes and took control of it manually
Hand to hand 'til it's white sands in the canopy
Now follow me
I’m too old to act childishly
But every now and then I park the Beamer in the gallery
Show off the paint for spectators and the faculty
Same ol' niggas that said they proud of me
Same ol' niggas that probably doubted me
Who gon' work it out for me?
[Chorus]
There I go fallin' to me knees right now
Tryna get it back on my feet right now
Choppin' up the weight I don't need
Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now
Ay, what'chu mean?
An ounce, a quarter, a P
I would sell you faith but you niggas don't believe
[Intro] Here I go again [Chorus] There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin’ up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don’t believe [Break] Lord, forgive them for they do not know what they do But God if you're listening Yes, Lord! I could still reach you [Verse] Ten P's in the rental truck Trimmin' flowers in the Marriott with little cuz Send 'em off to Arizona, let 'em build a buzz Then get it back for triple the profit, help 'em split it up Ten years, been a minute, I was somewhere between givin' up and doin’ a sentence God, if you existin’, help my momma get acquitted If they plottin', then help me see it before they get the drop on me Probably coulda been a doctor, I’m fond of optometry Vision was like Martin Luther on the mountain peak Valley lows, I left home for more salary Smoke with O's across border patrol, casually Took notes and took control of it manually Hand to hand 'til it's white sands in the canopy Now follow me I’m too old to act childishly But every now and then I park the Beamer in the gallery Show off the paint for spectators and the faculty Same ol' niggas that said they proud of me Same ol' niggas that probably doubted me Who gon' work it out for me? [Chorus] There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't believe Explain Request ×
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